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Don't See This Now by kurenaix1234, literature

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Don't See This Now

I have made these friends- Invisible and silent With no shadows to cast No flesh to carry. The walls are empty the rooms barren Like a winter in the desert I find solace in the most quiet of things. I have broken all my possesions and scattered their bones among the invisble friends and dirty clothes and torn up sheets. I am no longer a girl. I am particles; molecules; atoms

Fractured Monuments by kurenaix1234, literature

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Fractured Monuments

Fractured monuments littered the side street alleyways and hidden driveways Decaying before no one, waiting for the ground to swell and devour them whole. Policemen dug up the soil on the median looking for the murder weapon The senseless knife held by an unclean hand that bit a woman's flesh away Silently one night. Bird's slipped away below the treetops and the telephone wires Crumbled upon the hoods of cars and dumpsters The air bent and broke bursting all our lungs. An apprehensiveness consumed me I was aware then that I was outrun

This is What You are Now by kurenaix1234, literature

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This is What You are Now

I felt something die inside of me eight hours into it And I could no longer speak The roots snuck up through the tiles pulling up the cement and the earth Ripping at my clothes and tearing my skin And I could be so much more than this But I am a dead tree I'm being cut down for firewood to keep your family warm to watch my family die I'm a sick, tearful, endless thing wasting away like those other trees infected with the virus from wherever They promised not to they promised they would they felt uncertain cold needy greedy i am done for.

I've Been Cold by kurenaix1234, literature

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He has been bitten right down to the bone her red mouth cries into another drink and she'll throw all the things she has ever loved and he'll suck down the drink that she has made for him Fall has bugun to fall again it's gotten more bitter and more desperate Snow comes down and the earth gets heavy, swollen, full, and cold And you could see it all then the dying like a burning, coiling polaroid color bleeding from its face

The The The by kurenaix1234, literature

Recyled Therapy by kurenaix1234, literature

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Recyled Therapy

this concrete slab in the center of my house in the center of my universe is making me apprehensive. i'm fat with fruits and breads and teas and i'm exploding from my seams. the world is frightening and rippling with worry and uneasiness and sickening, shakey air waves. unbreathing, unthinking, unmoving me. i'm sitting under flourecent lights, like always, decaying and being slammed into the floor tiles by the incessant smacking and chewing of gum by the ugly mother fucker next to me. i'm taking a test on neurons and temporal lobes and central nervous systems and psychology that i desperately need to understand. and

How to be Successful by kurenaix1234, literature

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How to be Successful

The Human is a buisness man in a suit and tie He never takes time for anything too meaningful He never steps out of reality, even for a second Not even into his own intelligence or imagination. The weather patterns and news casts and internet forums all attract the Human, and the Human doesn't know the truth anymore And he his successful, and feigns intellect, and poise, but has nothing backing up his silicon hard-drive of a brain He is adventure-less and his house smells like vinegar and the piss he leaves lying around in old pop bottles He sweats alcohol and cigarettes and prescription pills The Human can never cope with a loss

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Don't See This Now by kurenaix1234, literature

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Don't See This Now

Fractured Monuments by kurenaix1234, literature

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Fractured Monuments

This is What You are Now by kurenaix1234, literature

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This is What You are Now

I've Been Cold by kurenaix1234, literature

And by kurenaix1234, literature

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And

The The The by kurenaix1234, literature

Recyled Therapy by kurenaix1234, literature

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If you could see inside my mind, you would hate me by sirenseranade11, literature

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If you could see inside my mind, you would hate me

Most mornings, I wake up alone. My bed is empty, long enough that the sweet scent of clean hair and warm skin has gone, leaving me with a slowly rotating ceiling fan and the echo of ticking clocks. She is already gone, and I have no where to be but alone. It is winter here, in the state that refuses to die. Winter in Detroit is like a test from God, seeing how much hell you can handle, how much disappointment can you take. Eventually, you learn to swallow that shame with the rest of it. Winter light is a stark painful thing that creeps it's icy fingers through my blinds and bleaches my yellow walls the color of corpses. Every color slowly ble

And the stars close their eyes by sirenseranade11, literature

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And the stars close their eyes

The air here is thick and heavy and I feel drunk but I am not. I am tired and lonely and drowning in the dark of another day I cannot force myself to handle. There are hands at my throat and, I swear, the promises I swallowed are making deals with the devil and drilling through my esophagus, escaping my body like the smoke in my lungs. The sun sets, and somehow, I forget what I'm trying so hard for, anyway. My bed does not like me anymore, and scoffs at my attempts to sleep, rejecting me in the early hours when the clock sighs 2:14 and the house greets me with familiar creaks. And the fading woman with shaking hands whispers lullabies throu

When the walls fall quiet. by sirenseranade11, literature

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When the walls fall quiet.

Rain makes me want to write to you, to tell you the things I should have said five months ago, five years ago, when we were younger and weaker and it didn't hurt so much to breathe. We weren't happy even then, and I was too young to know the difference. Do you ever think we're growing up too fast? When we're smoking behind stores and drinking to sleep and buying drugs from the boys who tried to love me but got burned along the way. They don't know we're still children, and neither do we. We drive too fast and talk too much and drink until we die, but god, tonight I do not want to die. Tonight I do not want to fall asle

The Wolf in the Sea by thesurrealisreal, literature

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The Wolf in the Sea

Sitting on a bench by the sea Waves are crashing on rocks below The temperature is down to twenty-three Too cold for fingers to stitch or sew And I think: the icy water is grey as a wolf's fur And both wait in the cold to take their sacrifice Sharp teeth or pounding waves shall need no more With their many bodies that should suffice The wolf's and the sea's insatiable hunger craves For but one more life to pull into their black caves A life that is pure and has had no taint A newborn infant, dies and its mother feels faint

Highway 75. by sirenseranade11, literature

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Highway 75.

The air tastes different when I don't have to breathe through the panic, through the stress, and the paper cuts begin to heal when the trees are green and I can move past goose bumps and tired skin. Winter feels like a distant lie someone told me when I was young and the season is a wet blur of green and brown and concrete. But I am soaring and I am sleeping, and she is two thousands miles away, watching as I flee, as I fade. She holds the sun in her fingertips, and the warmth here dulls in comparison to the thought of her touch, her glow. I've lived my life in small intervals b

Mornings. by sirenseranade11, literature

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Mornings.

Mornings with you taste golden, like that dawn we escaped together to watch the sun rise from the asphalt and burn its way down the road. And we sat like sparrows above the dotted yellow lines, waiting while the world drove by and your face glowed hazel and copper and hope. In the mornings, when we share stories and wishes and body heat, you feel more real to me than anything I've ever read about, than anything I've ever seen. Mornings with you are hazy smiles and soft eye lashes, like every morning I've laid in your bed watching the dust ride through the air on beams of light, not having to do anything more than

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Don't See This Now by kurenaix1234, literature

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Don't See This Now

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kurenaix1234

Nov 22, 2011

Don't You Remember

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When you were young and so was I

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kurenaix1234

Aug 2, 2011

I'm fickle, so I'm back.

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Today fucking sucks. It's funny how within ten minutes my day went to shit. I hate people. And I hate coming back to deviant art to shitty comments. and I hate when people who sell you computers lie to you. God Damn it. I hate being frustrated. And I don't feel like writing on a different account. So I'm gonna write here.

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kurenaix1234

Jul 11, 2011

My new DA is: TheMetaphors.deviantart.com

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I made the new DA, its : http://TheMetaphors.deviantart.com If you want to keep watching me, go there. I'll post new songs soon, most likely. Ciao

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Racketeered

Apr 26, 2011

Hello Tina.

I hope that you essay is coming along better than mine.

kurenaix1234

Apr 27, 2011

Well seeing as I have only just completed my Critic essay, no, it is not coming along at all, yet anyway. Goood luck ;]

Hi.
WRITE ME POETRY ABOUT HOW PRETTY I AM.
OkayIloveyoubye.

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Dear Christina Mitchell:
Don't let Caitlin Kelley harrass you. You look better in that purple hoodie than she does.
Love, Cody Lovelace.

kurenaix1234

Sep 21, 2010

Really now? I haven't worn it in quite some time.